Tears On My Pillow

I have never been so touched my tears. Never in my life. I'm often sympathetic. I hate to see tears, although I have no problem shedding them.

But as I felt those tear drops fall from his eyes, down his face and onto my shoulder I would have given anything in the world to make them stop. There's something so unconditional about my love for him. That I would do anything. His sadness transferred to me as I lay in his arms wiping away the tears. Feeling his wet (jealousy evoking) eyelashes against the hand that he had previously put a ring on, but no longer rested there. Only because I'm a spoiled hard to please brat. I had turned down the most beautiful thing Ive ever received because it wasn't the shape I wanted!!!

Ok, so I drifted away from the topic. I am listening to music. And of course that gets me going on an emotional roller coaster not to mention I'm pmsing!

And my all time favorite song comes on. For You I will ~ Monica. Enough said!